User blog comment:Biggren/Silvir Shadows/@comment-7207319-20150205200008

Timelapse!

@Barty: The Friar and the Recorder awoke to an odd smell. The smell of burning flesh. Next to that, they suddenly became painfully aware that they were floating high, far above the ground in a net of some kind, in the leafy tops of an oak tree. On the branch closest the net, a grinning little rat dyed in reds, browns and blacks all over his scrawny body and with a bleached white otter skull as a full helmet on his head. The rat was prodding the net with a spear, cackling. "Wegga ukklama veddju glurrim u n'rakkha!" he called excitedly to his comrades when he saw that the Redwallers had begun to stir from their slumber.